Aw, sj, I'm sorry too. Here, come join me in my fantasy:
Adark, cool room with an incredibly fluffy bed and no sound other than that of a ceiling fan whirring.
Just... silence.
Maybe a lovely Cabana Boy named Lars who dispenses drinks and massages.
Someone remind me that trepanation is NOT a good headache solution. It's starting to sound v. v. appealing.
With too many people I've seen, an increase in caliber is inversely proportional to their brains.
also, increase in caliber usually results in decrease ability to control the weapon.
Hold on, as is Hebrish? Oh, we could totally do that!
Oooh! That could make it easier to learn. In the few lessons we had on Skype, I was totally writing in down in my version of phonetics. Doubt it was correct, but it helped me pronounce the words better.
ION- I know I work in theater. But. Can I have less dramatic people to work with. k. thnx.
I "have" a Ruger Single Six that shoots .22 long rifle or .22 magnum. I left it in the care of a friend when I moved to California. I miss target shooting with my dad! I should see if Geezer World has a pistol club.
I have guns. If the conservatives ever get the country they want, I'm going to need them.
I've never really wanted a gun, but I find myself wanting one more and more these days, to protect myself from bug-fuck crazies who also own guns.
But that's the world they want.
Still torn.
I've never really wanted a gun, but I find myself wanting one more and more these days, to protect myself from bug-fuck crazies who also own guns.
This is why I own a big ass baseball bat. Not that it's going to stop a gun totin' crazy, mind you, but it's at least a different form of violence that doesn't buy into their crazy.
There are various blunt and edged weapons around our house. Not really for home defense, mostly because they're cool.
If I can say one thing about the last paper I'm writing?
I'm good. I'm really, really good.
Now, if I could only write the preface and not the abstract over and over, it would be fucking great.
When I run out of ammo, I've got an arsenal of swords, crossbows, and longbows to fall back on. Plus armor, some of which was made for me.
I so wanted to see Jason or Michael Meyers go up against a medieval recreationist. "You call that a knife . . .?"
No weapons in our house until Leif has moved out.